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what if i came back here but did a huge follower purge to make it friends - only :flushed: i miss pierre the most

#mun / ooc. 〈 #sorry moushka i don't love you enough </3

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@strickenveteran​ asked:

Parchment bearing a wax seal; untouched & directed towards the brilliant engineer as the courier was quick to depart back towards the militant barracks. Within the text read, as addressed by the Grand Marshal himself;

❝ This advisory is confirmation of both the received prototype & permission towards continued development. Attached is the necessary documents to be submitted to the treasury & acknowledgement of this notice. Failure to respond within allocated time will result in funding to cease at the behest of priority assets.

Her Will Be Done - Grand Marshal Bernard Salem. ❞

shinkichi isn’t the type of graceful person to use a letter opener or a knife to open even neatly sealed correspondence — he tears it open as he does most things, pushing his goggles from his eyes to his forehead once he does so. piercing green eyes scan over the words, and he nods to himself. so the latest pitch was a success. he hums a little tune to himself, head bobbing in rhythm with it. good, good. 

the humming is a small clue to his excitement at the approval to continue along that line of research, as it was a design he’s still quite proud of — but where there would normally be an outward display of such excitement he ends up rather muted as the cogs of his mind begin moving.

but that excitement starts building as he drums his fingers on the desk’s surface. he’ll have pierre do the paperwork, yeah; might not be his secretary, but he’s good at that stuff. which gives shinkichi himself more time... his hand comes down hard on the flat surface of the desk, the sound echoing in the room around him as he quickly stands when a thought occurs to him.

oh, these funds won’t be wasted. the goggles that are pulled down over his eyes once more conceal the creatively mad glint in his eyes.

#shinkichi / ic. 〈 #there was no real way to continue this but kJSHDFKJHSDKJ [shinkichi vc] i could kiss you man #strickenveteran

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"wow you blocked me just cuz i disagreed with you???"

yes. yes, exactly. this is a social media site. i come here to look at pictures of birds and shitpost with my friends. this is not a town hall meeting; i am not your elected official. i do not owe you my energy, my space, or my time. you and i are strangers that use the same website. i can block you for literally any reason and that's okay. take a deep breath. block me too. you'll feel better.

#mun / ooc. 〈 #i love blocking people <3

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i have pierre’s entire issue with his family all figured out, i know margo has lost basically everything and therefore has nothing to explore in her past, but shinkichi... that man is a living question mark. i know nothing about his backstory. it’s kind of fun that way, but also frustrating.

#mun / ooc. 〈 #anyway... bed time finally methinks

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pierre is in his mid - twenties and comes across as older than that and jaded due to his perpetually exhausted demeanor and generally less - than - pleasant personality for the entirety of his five years of his employment in the fatui, but anyone who gets emotionally close to him will very quickly realize there is no emotional maturity to him

growing up in fontaine in a rather well - off family had him spoiled in almost all ways, even if he wasn’t happy. his late teenage years were rather stunted things as he tried to keep from flaring up tensions with his parents due to having different ideals than they did by minimizing his own personality and nurturing what he didn’t realize at the time was a grudge that would grow into him projecting his negative feelings about them back onto himself.

by time he left home abruptly at twenty years old, all he knew was this feeling of discontent and not belonging anywhere yet, and when he joined the fatui as dottore’s secretary he quickly became jaded and closed - off instead of growing further as an adult.

when he leaves the fatui just as abruptly as he left home, he’s the same person he was when he was a teenager in almost every way, just having grown physically. he has a lot of growth he has to do later in life once he feels comfortable doing so, but it’s far from a painless experience for him.

#pierre / facts. 〈

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a genshin impact original character multi - muse, as created and written by plant.

#[bass boosted] hello

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would y’all judge me for saying i cried real tears writing the end part of that drabble or

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shinkichi did show up alone. that’s one anxiety abated, pierre thinks with palpable relief. he doesn’t relax, though, despite how relaxed shinkichi seems given... everything.

“ regretting running off like that, or...?? ”

it’s been a long few months since pierre left without warning; it’s been months since they’ve last seen each other. he’d left without warning and by leaving hastily - written notes for the few people he thought might care. they weren’t very good notes, either.

“ it’s not that, ” pierre finally answers, and that’s it. until shinkichi doesn’t say anything and he realizes he probably owes him a little more than that, anyway. but he has time until he has to be back to where he’s meeting sylvie, so he won’t rush into things. “ the fatui are after me. ”

shinkichi scoffs. “ no shit. ” his hand slides out of one of his coat pockets and he’s tossing something pierre’s way. the former secretary barely catches it — the weight surprises him and he almost drops it even after it lands in his hands. he’s smiling. “ more bullets. you need them, right?? ” pierre’s stunned expression is question enough, and he continues as he shoves his hand back into his pocket. “ why else would you want to see me again?? because you miss me?? el oh el. ” and now he’s laughing as he shakes his head, turning on the stilts of one geta to pace with lanky, unbothered strides. “ you need help. ”

he’s right, and pierre won’t argue that. “ who’s authorizing the search?? ”

shinkichi shrugs, pivoting once more to look at him again. “ dunno. ” so not dottore. “ someone higher - up, i think. could be someone lower, though. dottore doesn’t care, if that’s what you’re worried about. he seemed... ” he flounders, head see - sawing temporarily as he searches for the word. “ proud?? of you for leaving like that. ” another shrug, this one to brush off some of the light - heartedness he’s carrying with him. “ it’s a head hunt though, so watch yourself, pierre. ”

a head hunt. a death warrant. whoever’s after him for defecting is after him for defecting as a principle, not because they want him back. it’s about what he expected. “ i am, but it’s... we’re running out of places to hide. ” 

pierre’s grateful when shinkichi doesn’t ask who else is included within we. he probably knows, if he knows about the search being a head hunt. he watches in silence as he crosses the distance between them all - too - casually, hands still in his pockets. “ so what do you want from me?? ”

“ help. tips. where are they not looking?? where is safe?? ” pierre has to tilt his gaze upwards as shinkichi moves closer to keep their eyes locked despite the height difference.

once more, shinkichi pulls a hand from his pocket — but this time he’s holding a definitely not paper - thin envelope between his index and middle fingers. “ i just need one thing from you, pierre. just one. ”

and pierre already knows what it is before it’s asked of him.

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he’s early on his way back, so he stops off at a little bakery to get a sweet pastry for sylvie. it’s not much, but it’s something for her patience. his right hand grips the paper of the bag holding the treat, and his left grips the thick envelope in his jacket pocket.

“ what did any of that mean to you?? ”

pierre doesn’t answer right away, and shinkichi watches him patiently.

“ i — i don’t know, ” comes the answer finally, and it’s brutal in its simple honesty. it hurts to say.

then it’s shinkichi’s turn to be silent, his green eyes searching pierre’s grey ones. he finds his answer there after a while, but it’s not a happy one if the somber shift of his expression is any indication. 

when his lips meet pierre’s, it’s different than the previous kisses they’ve shared in how practically chaste it is.

pierre stands frozen still as shinkichi draws back just enough to whisper, “ sorry i can’t be there when you find yourself someday, ” only to draw back quickly and completely and spin on one sandal to begin to walk off, leaving the envelope tucked into pierre’s hand. he waves over his shoulder. “ good luck, pierre, ” he calls, not looking back.

and pierre remains frozen in place for a few more heartbeats before he manages to break it with a small yell after the other. “ shinkichi!! i... thank you. for everything. ”

shinkichi’s steps falter just slightly, but that’s his only reaction beyond a little shrug as he shoves his hands into his pockets once more.

he only opened the envelope once shinkichi was gone, and its contents were far more than he’d hoped for: areas the fatui aren’t bothering to search, some leads to those known to harbor anti - fatui sentiments, and a not - insignificant amount of mora.

#mun / drabbles. 〈 #hm!!!! #this didn't go how i intended but y'know. i'll take it. #shinpierre / we're both on the same page — don't feel the same way. 〈

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devolusion​:

The door swings open and her eyes dark from the darkness in its direction — Pierre, Papa, framed by the light of the moon, and the relief has her choking out a sob.  She shuffles nearer on her knees while he moves across the room, squeezing his hands once they curl around her smaller ones, nodding against the words.  The dark is suffocating.  The part of her mind always on high - alert now fixates on the open door, on the way someone could come in, could hurt them.  Wasn’t always like this.  Wasn’t like this a few months ago at all.

“Th — Thought you died,” she whispers, hands squeezing, he’s real, he’s solid.  Not dead.  Not hurt.  HE’S ALIVE BECAUSE YOU WERE THERE TO SAVE HIM THEN.  IF YOU HAD NOT BEEN THERE HE WOULD HAVE DIED.  IF YOU’RE NOT WITH HIM EVERY SECOND HE WILL DIE.  ANY MOMENT HE IS NOT WITH YOU IS A MOMENT HE MIGHT DIE.  IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT.  It’s a choked sob when she says, “Thought — thought they got you ———”

The tears slip down her cheeks when she blinks and she hates them.  She doesn’t want to be a baby, but she’s a child.  She’s only killed once but she’s been alone all her life.  Not again.  She wants to wipe at her eyes but she’s afraid if she lets go of his hands he’ll disappear.  Alone again, but worse.  This time it would be her fault. 

She’s not sure she likes inns anymore.  “Y - You’re all right —— you’re safe, I’m so…”  The child inhales raggedly, voice breaking further, “I’m so…happy…!!”

he’s the one to let go of her hands, but it’s only so he can gently wipe her tears with his thumbs as he breathes out gentle, soothing shushes. he leans forward to press his lips to the top of her head, eyes closing as he takes a moment to stay like that, just breathing as she trembles with her sobs.

this is not tenable, staying on the run like this — with the fatui right behind them, no matter where they turn. this is no life for a child sylvie, and it’s dangerous for both of them. and how long can they stay ahead for?? how long will it be until how fast they run isn’t fast enough?? his eyes squeeze shut tighter, and then he’s climbing his way properly onto the bed, legs pulling beneath himself to cross as he sits up and scoops sylvie into his lap to hold tightly against him.

“ i’m not going anywhere, sylvie. i would never leave you alone like that. ” and he’s holding her close, lightly running his fingers through her hair as he cradles her in his lap. 

pierre hates seeing her cry.

he thinks about the stolen gun he’s brought with him from temporary shelter to temporary shelter, and the limited number of bullets he has left should he need them. this is far from tenable, and options are running out. “ we’ll be okay. ”

#thank you 'take a little hand' by gabriela robin #pierre / ic. 〈 #devolusion #man.

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gibberish in less than four and a half minutes — ah, looks like I'm remembering something.

#mun / music. 〈 #shinkichi / relevant. 〈 #first of all: a banger #second of all: his energy

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i'm what the kids call

really exhausted. I’m so tired.

#pierre / relevant. 〈

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woke up afraid of my own shadow — like, genuinely afraid. headed for the pawnshop to buy myself a switchblade.

#mun / music. 〈 #vibes....

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i'm thinking pierre would, maybe, respond to évariste beauchesne again one day. pierre was never his name in the same way évariste was. évariste was his chosen name, one of his identity. pierre was a name of necessity; it was a common name chosen to wipe himself of all connection to his family. it was never meant to be a name of identity.

at some point, though, it did become an identity, but... not a good one. pierre accepted his life as it was. accepted himself as a cog of the fatui, with no morals or backbone except self-preservation. i think once he comes into accepting that he isn't that any longer, and that he has a family and a reason to fight and protect should the need arise, “ pierre ” will cease to exist as he was. he may reclaim himself as évariste again. he'd probably still respond to pierre as a second name, but it would no longer be who he is.

#pierre / facts. 〈 #posted this on twt as a thread but

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It’s an inn tonight — Sylvie likes inns.  She told Pierre, when they started traveling, that she’d never been to one, her world confined first to the family home she never left and then to the university.  They’ve been to a few inns, since Sylvie had to leave school without so much as a goodbye to any of her friends.  She hopes they don’t miss her too badly.

She likes inns, but she doesn’t like waking up in the bed they’d been sharing alone.  Her own isolation is too familiar to frighten her, but if he’s gone he’s gone he’s gone then she ———

Sylvie likes inns.  She’s never killed anyone in an inn, like she had to at school when one of the Fatui tried to hurt Pierre.  But when her eyes draw open — bad dream, blood on her hands, Pierre picks her up and tells her not to look — and the moon illuminates an otherwise empty bed, her eyes widen, because she’s never killed in an inn but she has killed because someone tried to kill Pierre and if he’s not here, what if someone is trying to kill him again?  When she’s not there to protect him?

“Pi - Pierre?”  Her voice is high - pitched, not quite loud yet, as she sits up in the bed.  When there’s no response, though, it goes louder, scraping at her throat.  “Pierre?”  WHAT IF HE’S DEAD?  “Papa — ?!”

pierre doesn’t mind inns, but he doesn’t particularly care for them — it’s not in any sort of disdainful way or any way especially tinged with genuine dislike, but it’s instead in the way he doesn’t care for most things. truthfully, he could count what he does genuinely like and care about on one hand. but most important of all right now is sylvie, who he left sound asleep in the bed they were sharing in this small inn room. sylvie, the sweetest child he loves as his own in a way he never expected from himself / who has made him become a stronger person who cares about something other than himself and his own survival / who has killed for him despite the fact that it should be him protecting her.

and so, finally in a moment of peace with the fatui ideally wandering aimlessly somewhere behind them as they pick up their dead, pierre has snuck out onto teyvat’s smallest balcony for a smoke. it’s a habit he’s been trying to break, albeit unsuccessfully. he was a social smoker more than anything, or one of boredom; lately, however, it’s become much more of a stress response. like now, as he exhales smoke with a heavy sigh that relaxes his shoulders.

he hardly hears sylvie through the shut door the first time she calls to him, head lifting to listen to whatever it is he thinks he hears. the second time, however, he does hear her, and he doesn’t hesitate before putting out his cigarette. but she’s calling for him again, this time more terrified, this time as papa, and he drops the extinguished cigarette as he swings the balcony door open quickly to move into the room. the door hangs ajar as he crosses quickly to the bed. “ sylvie — ”

normally he tries to give himself some time after a cigarette so no smell lingers, but he smells faintly of smoke as he moves to the bed. he doesn’t even waste time moving to sit on it, instead lying across the bed so he can lightly grasp her little hands. “ i’m right here, ma petite sylvie. it’s alright. i haven’t gone anywhere. ”

#pierre / ic. 〈 #devolusion #man. man!

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#genshin impact rp #genpact rp #art credit is in my rules btw they were comms and because they're used in many places i stuck it there

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thank you for these testimonials @wanmins i love them a lot

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